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Big Shots (Fredro Starr)

Aiyo, we big shots, we big shots And we done f**ked all ya bitches, ya bitches I only f**ks wit' my niggas, my niggas So we them true-to-life killas, killas We takin' 'Other People Money', they money And then we buyin' all the cars, the cars Man bump 'em on chrome, chrome Besides that yo we stars, we stars I'm the Gafo DeGafo, boss of New York Cover my mouth when I speak, feds watch what I talk Throwin' hits at the judges in the criminal courts Criminal thoughts, these streets wit' killas to sport This is Mafia music to murder you wit', inserted the clips Drive-bys, on convertible whips, the verdict is this 4/5th, burnin' my fist, pullin' shades down, murderous bitch Anonymous threats, blueprints designin' ya death Organize crime times, throw a bomb in ya Lex Fadam or Begetz, killas might climb in ya rest Two nickel nines left a dime in his vest, sometimes in his chest Crime scenes covered in tape, blood in the gates Black robes, funeral homes, shootin' 'ya wake Kidnap, raised as children, to be rulin' 'Other People Money', we kill men Aiyo, we big shots, we big shots And we done f**ked all ya bitches, ya bitches I only f**ks wit my niggas, my niggas So we them true-to-life killas, killas We takin' 'Other People Money', they money And then we buyin' all the cars, the cars Man bump 'em on chrome, chrome Besides that yo we stars, we stars My goods pull, like Sammy the Bull Sin'll pop you, D.O.A.'ll bomb you Mafia style, boss me? Body a child When I get locked, it's like Gotti on trial Five years in the pen, separated from friends I'm only 21, kept the shakers and gun Blow in ya face, stab you below ya waist The type to chase death, like faces of death Sippin' the Henny, pray, let the Lord forgive me I know I spit hot like the Devil was in me Claimin' my church, the type to put 'woke' in the church If my gun jerk, more holes in ya shirt Bustin' my gun, who you know f**k wit' dunn Put six in ya burners, I ain't feelin' you son Stop the bull, ya ain't got guns to pull Ya still yappin', ain't enough gun clappin' Aiyo, we big shots, we big shots And we done f**ked all ya bitches, ya bitches I only f**ks wit my niggas, my niggas So we them true-to-life killas, killas We takin' 'Other People Money', they money And then we buyin' all the cars, the cars Man bump 'em on chrome, chrome Besides that yo we stars, we stars Aiyo, we big shots, we big shots And we done f**ked all ya bitches, ya bitches I only f**ks wit my niggas, my niggas So we them true-to-life killas, killas We takin' 'Other People Money', they money And then we buyin' all the cars, the cars Man bump 'em on chrome, chrome Besides that yo we stars, we stars